Philosophical Poetry

The Soul's Canvas

Creation

  • What Else?

    What Else?

    From the deeper recesses of my brain,
    I call forth whole worlds,
    Whose births are unto galaxies,
    From the tongue and fingertips.
    They are bright spatial plains I create.

    Then comes my magnificent creations,
    Around which others revolve
    Without knowing what compels them.
    I attract.

    Even though the gravity
    Of producing pulls within my bones
    I grow tired,
    Listening to whispers similar
    To that of a black hole,
    Sometimes I rest,
    Satiated by someone else’s food,
    But the meal is empty.

    I still carry on.
    Whenever it fails
    To elicit any interest from me
    In isolation,
    I move forward on the path
    As impenetrable as a diamond.

    What else is there for me
    Except dying or creating?
    I offer my own interpretation of the universe
    Singing into the vast emptiness.

    Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.

  • Enter Thy Dream

    Enter Thy Dream

    In my tent,
    I create and I invent.

    And in my tent
    I peel,
    The images of my senses,
    In an attempt,
    To reach the grounds,
    At which my conscience can’t extend to prevent my memory,
    From joining the potential of two extremes.

    To look at the judge’s vacant seat
    Makes being at two opposites at once, real,
    Zero indeed -time leaves-
    So as I approach this final shade.

    And when everything now
    Feels colorless, tasteless, odorless, mute,
    And all of that
    A legend alarms the shadow of night,
    So just to strike my tent with light.

    Imagine a subconscious in too deep,
    As a divine dream rises to capture the universe and its deities.

    A voice from far and near sounds as if it is coming from outside,
    And simultaneously from within me says:
    “Enter thy dream.”

    I enter.

    I dream.

    Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.

  • Breath of the Source

    Breath of the Source

    Antiquity breathes,
    Momentarily birthing,
    Cosmic prospect.

    Circumference of breath-born horizons,
    Specimens of ephemeral universes,
    Cause of endings become beginnings.

    Gravity of infinite black hole realms,
    Reality fleeting as exhalation.

    All of the above,
    And a specter of time reversed,
    To reveal,
    The deepest privacy,
    Of existence on the edge.

    The divine feeling of perpetual creation.

    An open invitation,
    To witness universes in each breath.

    And only few to explore,
    This negative image of cosmos.

    Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.

  • Lucid Dreamers, Rapturous Witnesses

    Lucid Dreamers, Rapturous Witnesses

    We live in the source’s dreams,
    Echoes of a cosmic sleep.
    The dreamer spoke,
    Yet the dream stays,
    A yearning whisper.

    Reality hangs by a vision
    of our perception,
    A quantum song of what could be.
    Does the tree fall if we don’t look?
    Our minds,
    The universe realizing itself.

    Some wake up inside the dream,
    Clarity sparks like thoughts firing.
    They buzz at a higher pitch,
    Co-makers in this grand show.

    Our power is to witness,
    To experience life.
    A clear life that isn’t,
    Yet is.

    We leave marks in time’s sand,
    Memories etched in space.
    The waves we make,
    Our marks and footprints,
    In a dream that dreams us alive.

    Each moment made and gone,
    We breathe on the edge of nothing.
    Watching, joining, becoming, being,
    In this forever, now.

    Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.

  • One Word

    One Word

    I

    Am

    Is

    All

    Everywhere

    Be

    I

    Create

    In

    Out

    Above

    Below

    We

    Love

    One

    Word

    Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.

  • Orgasm of Flower

    Orgasm of Flower

    Welcome to the horizon of self-comfort
    Where music is the tone of my voice
    And silence warms my words

    Where we smile like the birth of a new life
    And cry like the arrival of a new child

    Come
    Swim with me naked and play in the now
    Oh ouch baby the angels are jealous

    Feel your bones melt like mine
    In the heat of our desire

    It’s holy insane
    To only love you

    My lust is rising
    An appetite
    And a hard is on

    I want you

    Let’s create passion my love
    Allow the sun to embrace our tender moon

    Let’s make love and burn doubt
    With the sweat of our joined bodies
    Feel me at the sacred verge

    Open wide
    The immaculate conception

    I am inside you my star
    I can’t hold it any longer

    Angel’s seeding and juice
    Come yeah come with me

    Until you and I
    Flower beyond
    An orgasm of life

    Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.